Friday, August 12, 2022

Back in Harness…

 

Behind a desk. Again. No longer retired, just tired. Working 6 daze a week, until 9 pm.

Haven’t worked at lobby desk since Paradise Inn on Mt. Rainier.


UPDATE: Only working on-call now. Often cannot wind down and found myself still awake at 4 am. 

So, still trying to find affordable places, or share rental.

It’s a nice place, though from outside looking in.

The lobby’s knotty pine casts a warm amber glow. The owners are  Swedish. We also have a bear statue wearing a Viking helmet.


         

Just found these two hosts, Jonas and Lindsay, who make some of the loveliest travel vids.
 Jonas is an artist from Sweden who takes us to visit the John Bauer Museum, an artist known for his fairytale and troll books.       
                                      

Speaking of Scandinavians:  

3 wishes for Cinderella
Astrid Smeplass. Norwegian 
Orig Czech German dub drei haselnusse fur Aschenbrodel


Astrid’s music is also found on YouTube, in English and Norwegian.
She is camping overnight in snow spotted woods with a friend on holiday. Click link below:
Norwegian constitution day hiking, brunch, silver



And on distaff side we have Morfydd Clark speaking of the sheep farm
In Wales and lambing season click link below

Lambs Galadriel morfydd Clark 



“Myths, legends, and fables frequently tell us more about the human race than studying history does."
G.K. Chesterton said .  And: 'Fable is more historical than fact'’

Liath Wolf features wond’rous legends of auld Scotland.
Click link below: 



(Very inconsistent blog post due to vagaries in computer, or possibly boggarts. Or
Goblins…
Keeps switching to code and back, nearly lost entire page, but that’s Aug. 12th
for you…)

Goblin Market

September soon. With fall comes the witching season — and cool breezes at last.
A bit of Rossetti’s Goblin Market to get in the mood…

Goblin Market tells the adventures of two close sisters, Laura and Lizzie, with the river goblins.

Although the sisters seem to be quite young, they live by themselves in a house, and draw water every evening from a stream. As the poem begins, the sisters hear the calls of the goblin merchants selling their fantastic fruits in the twilight. On this evening, Laura, intrigued by their strangeness, lingers at the stream after her sister goes home. (Rossetti hints that the "goblin men" resemble animals with faces like wombats or cats, and with tails.) Longing for the goblin fruits but having no money, the impulsive Laura offers to pay a lock of her hair and "a tear more rare than pearl."

Laura gorges on the delicious fruit in a sort of bacchic frenzy. Once finished, she returns home in an ecstatic trance, carrying one of the seeds. At home, Laura tells her sister of the delights she indulged in, but Lizzie is "full of wise upbraidings," reminding Laura of Jeanie, another girl who partook of the goblin fruits, and then died at the beginning of winter after a long and pathetic decline. Strangely, no grass grows over Jeanie's grave. Laura dismisses her sister's worries, and plans to return the next night to get more fruits for herself and Lizzie. The sisters go to sleep in their shared bed.

The next day, as Laura and Lizzie go about their housework, Laura dreamily longs for the coming meeting with the goblins. That evening, however, as she listens at the stream, Laura discovers to her horror that, although her sister still hears the goblins' chants and cries, she cannot.

   




“We must not look on goblin men
We must not buy their fruits 
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots”

Illustration by Arthur Rackham   ‘Ware the River Goblins….


Unable to buy more of the forbidden fruit, Laura sickens and pines for it. As winter approaches, she withers and ages unnaturally, too weak to do her chores. One day she remembers the saved seed and plants it, but nothing grows.

Months pass, and Lizzie realises that Laura is wasting to death. Lizzie resolves to buy some of the goblin fruit for Laura. Carrying a silver penny, Lizzie goes down to the brook and is greeted warmly by the goblins, who invite her to dine. But when the merchants realise that she has no intent to eat the fruit, and only intends to pay in silver, they attack, trying to feed her their fruits by force. Lizzie is drenched with the juice and pulp, but consumes none of it.

Lizzie escapes and runs home, but when the dying Laura eats the pulp and juice from her body, the taste repulses rather than satisfies her, and she undergoes a terrifying paroxysm.

By morning, however, Laura is fully restored to health. The last stanza attests that both Laura and Lizzie live to tell their children of the evils of the goblins' fruits, and the power of a bond between sisters.

From Goblin Market a poem by Christina Rossetti.            


               


Illustration for the cover of Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862), by her brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti











Sunday, July 24, 2022

Information, knowledge and wisdom: Central Library.

 


(Where are the books we have lost to computers?)

Library At Last! 
Spokane’s Central library has just reopened after renovation. 
Let us tour the new revised edition, shall we?

Top floor, the 3rd. Can look out across the Spokane River and Monroe St. bridge at the dizzying view beyond.


North end of the city spreads out below on a fine 80 degree July day. Note the river is not so wide as it was even last month. 
Across the bridge and to the left, what is that tall tower there?

Could it be Sleeping Beauty’s Castle?
Naw, that’s just the courthouse!
Can’t wait to view it in winter with ❄️ snow ❄️  
That’s enough of the view from the library’s heights…
Let’s check out what’s inside, one floor down.


🤩 Kid’s Place! 😀

Cool…👍 And a fun hangout on a warm day. I loved the seascape and spongy carpet. Kids also had a slide, submarine, and this big fish 🐠 you can play around inside. 🐟 
There’s always the vertigo inducing stairway…very Escher.
Or you can just take the elevator. 
To Treasures From The Vault…

I don’t mind vaults at all. They’re full of fun, actually…in my experience.

     
Le Petite Livres and Gay Young Clerks…

                                        A Fine Wild Audubon Turkey

   
                                    And oldies but goodies from the 1870s.
                                                     ……….
I know what you are 🤔 thinking…but, where O where are the 📚 BOOKS 📖 ?
Well, actually I was thinking that myself. I also wondered, where IS everybody?
Hmmm…no one around. Maybe that has something to do with the lack of actual physical BOOKS?  Did see a few guys at computers, people using the restroom. 
Very few staff. (Indeed, why would they be needed?)

There are a few books about, but truth be told, not many. And some audiobooks. When I approached the INFO desk, 1st floor, to inquire about a card, I was happy to find that my bus pass worked fine for photo I.D. and they needed no proof of address! AND there were NO overdue fees! 

Needless to say my joy was short lived when I discovered there were also NO BOOKS.

Ah, well. I have already located and brought my custom to the Book Traders! Arrr…Raiders of the Lost Books!
           

Just down the street from the lovely Garland Theater 🎭.














Sunday, July 3, 2022

Listen to the wind…

 

Every day is a new trail…

 

And a different quail…mother and young. I like it when she turns around as if to say, ‘…are you coming?’ I am such a bird nerd.
Ubiquitous Marmots Or : How many times do you have to live Groundhog Day over and over, again and again?
 (…asked the Buddha.) 

The many shades of Washington green…

Beauty is all around us. I actually knew someone who said that natural beauty left them cold. How is this even possible? They were not blind, they could inhale the sweet scent of river willow. A strange and scary thing to realize some people seem not quite human.

I am glad that I at least, am Staying Human, like Jon Batiste’s band.


Guess who I found parked by this birch grove?

On Eagle’s door it reads: Halifax NS.

“I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last o’ Barrett’s Privateers”

At least Halifax is getting washed now. I had just returned from walk and was loading photos when CRACK! Thunder and ⚡️ lightning and a sockdolager came down in buckets! Thank you, Mother Earth 🌎 
It’s cozy inside the cabin…hope it rains just as much on the Fourth.
Coda: 3pm and 🌞 sun! Hope it rains tonight though…love those rain dreams.

7/4/22: ☔️ RAIN!
It’s so cozy inside my cabin. This is taken out of the bath window, looking out on the back of the village where the toolsheds and equipment and lumber storage is. I’m lucky to have no one on side or in back of me. I do get along well with the owner and manager are nice folks. So nice and quiet as well. I am told, however, that this much rain this time of year is unusual. Guess I’m just 🍀 lucky. Actually every day seems to have nice long sun breaks even rainy days. Took vid out of this window as it opens more, and wanted to capture rain sound…with a little bossa nova in background…

P.m. P.S. - Indeed it did clear up and shine on the 4th in time for any 🎆 fireworks 🎇— I know the casinos had big shows in the “works”, could hear it from here. 

Speaking of 💥fireworks and Indians…I seem to recall that this time of year friends and I would all head out to the rez for ‘works and look for stands with signs advertising “ill eagles”…M80s and the like.
 (Not naming names and this is not a recommendation😎.)
……..
Also, paying more attention to the big rigs in town. Noticed one today with Maple Leaf  flag crossing the Stars and Stripes so I checked his plate: yep, Manitoba! Alas, hadn’t camera with me.
I do have a nice view of park-like setting complete with picnic tables and horseshoe toss. My first day here I woke to a fine large turkey crossing the green.

Just behind the buildings…nice roses and cupola with Chanticleer 
I am glad now that I didn’t put things in storage here while I went back to CA to retrieve what I had left in GV…not sure what will happen with all that, but no matter. I still keep in touch with good friends in Sac and hearing about the heat and fires around the valley make me especially grateful for the cool temps and occasional rain here. Even checking on Oregon fires there and glad I don’t need those JoCo wildfire updates. Ashland burn was bad. So keep those rainy days coming…🌧
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July 15 - ☔️ rain! Had just had a cracking good thunderstorm earlier this week, kept me up early a.m., like a thundercloud had come to sit directly on my head for a few hours…or so it seemed. Not much rain however. No mention of this wee rainstorm today in weather news, supposed to be warm though; so glad that this will cool things off a bit.
Cooler under the many shady conifers and others upon the green. So glad the roadways about the village here are gravel and not paved. Spokane is measuring urban “hot spots” - taking the temperature of  select areas in town to gauge the warmest and take steps to cool them down. Gonzaga University is partnering with NOAA in this endeavor to map urban heat islands.

While out for morning hike, I noticed herds of bicyclists pass me on the road. They all headed for tents I saw going up yesterday. In the car lot there I spied this forward thinking Nissan. If not US, who, if not now, when, indeed? The richest country on earth does not prioritize taking care of its citizens. People Before Profits.
…….

Also glad I did business in town yesterday. SO much easier and more convenient here than either CA or OR. I was able to do a phone interview with my new dr. And get 2 Rx prescribed and ready for pickup same day. Best part, the clinic is just 10 minutes by bus and meds were only $2.50 each for 90 days! The last time I got same meds at Walmart they were $40 each! This was in CA.

This is actual health “care”. Something Rs hate and that’s why we have billionaires paying no taxes.🤬 Don’t get me started on the January 6th hearings…I will say however, that I have been watching on CNN due to Jake Tapper and Jamie Gangel. Noticed Jake on Colbert and loved his droll humor…Jamie is whip-smart as well, and she is also married to one of my favorite authors, Daniel Silva. Was hooked on his stuff after reading The Order about the Catholic church’s role in aiding Nazi war criminals escape. All three, Jake, Jamie and Daniel, are Jewish. All are anti fascist. People forget nowadays what a living hell WW2 actually was. Jews cannot. Fascism today has become fashionable. Democracy is not perfect but it decidedly beats the alt-right alternative.

                                 Defeating Wetiko - The Mind Virus by Paul Levy: 
                                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFk9s15IPvQ

It’s truly the perfect name for it: I was just telling a friend how I have seen people change 180 degrees from their previously human state into subhumans, lacking not only heart but mind as well. “It’s like a virus!” My exact words. A mind virus.

Corporate Sidewinders: Gordon “greed is good” Gekko: 
by their (art) works ye shall know them…




Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Teach us love, compassion and honor…

 



Nearly July. A very unsettled feeling pervades the country now. 

Love? Compassion? And Honor? 

All are hard to find nowadays. And, where there is no love or compassion, there can be no honor.



A cool summer day, 69 degrees F, a strong breeze in the air. Have business in town tomorrow. Let’s take a quick look at Spokane.




A good idea putting the well-planned transit center near the falls and park. The Amtrak and Greyhound depots are also near by.



Woman drying salmon…

At Riverfront Park, Place of Truths statues by Jeff Ferguson and Smoker Marchand were installed 2019. 

Stluputqu or fast water is, I hear, the Salish term for the falls. 


When the three Spokane Indian bands and other tribes gathered here to fish, chiefs were elected to keep order and keep the peace. One very important chief was the Salmon Chief who was in charge of organizing the fishing and making sure the fish were distributed fairly. This sculpture was created by Virgil “Smoker” Marchand, and installed here in 2014 when Huntington Park was redesigned.

Marchand, a member of the Colville Confederated Tribes, grew up on the Colville Reservation in Omak, WA. He graduated from the Institute of American Indian Arts in 1971. His work can be found throughout the west.


Amazing. Look different at every angle.



Riverfront Park is usually the place for the annual powwow 
The Gathering at the Falls

https://www.facebook.com/RiverfrontParkPowwowSpokane/

But there’s still the Bridge From Smoke Signals.  

https://pocketsights.com/tours/place/Bridge-from-Smoke-Signals-4527:485

Sherman Alexie , who wrote The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, the book of short stories from which Smoke Signals is based, is a Spokane Indian. I loved the book title. Remember it from my library daze.



Sherman Alexie Poem (The Place Where Ghosts of Salmon Jump)

Spokane, Washington 99201, United States 

Created By: Kauffman & Associates

Information

This poem was installed here in a spiral, overlooking the Spokane Falls, when the new downtown library was built nearby in 1995. In the poem, author Sherman Alexie, a Spokane Indian, wrote about the creation story for the Spokane Falls and the devastation brought to the falls by the dams. Alexie was inspired to write the poem right at this spot.

According to www.spokanehistorical.org, Alexie tried to see the river from his ancestor's point of view:

"The river was the center of our lives, the center of our religion, so that location, there overlooking the river, is just where I wanted the poem to be. I looked down at the river and its beauty and also wondered how many inches of mercury lay under the water. The river makes me think of the ghosts of us and the ghosts of the salmon." At first Alexie did not care for the spiral design, but a few years later he changed his mind. He came back to see it, and saw a couple reading the poem. "Their movement was a dance. The design forces people to dance. The true power of it is in watching people reading the poem in that way."


That Place Where Ghosts of Salmon Jump

Coyote was alone and angry because he could not find love.
Coyote was alone and angry because he demanded a wife

from the Spokane, the Couer d'Alene, the Palouse, all those tribes
camped o­n the edge of the Spokane River, and received o­nly laughter.

So Coyote rose up with with powerful and senseless magic
and smashed a paw across the water, which broke the river bottom

in two. which created rain that lasted for forty days and nights, 
which created the Spokane Falls, that place where salmon travelled

more suddenly than Coyote imagined, that place where salmon swam
larger than any white man dreamed.  Coyote, I know you broke

the river because of love, and pretended it was all done by your design.
Coyote, you're a liar and I don't trust you.  I never have

but I do trust all the stories the grandmothers told me.
They said the Falls were built because of your unrequited love,

and I can understand that rage, Coyote.  We can all understand 
but look at the Falls now and tell me what you see.  Look

at the Falls now, if you can see beyond all of the concrete
the white man has built here.  Look at all of this 

and tell me that concrete equals love.  Coyote,
these white men sometimes forget to love their own mother

so how could they love this river which gave birth 
to a thousand lifetimes of salmon?  How could they love

these Falls, which have fallen farther, which sit dry
and quiet as a graveyard now?  These Falls are that place

where ghosts of salmon jump, where ghosts of women mourn
their children who will never find their way back back home,

where I stand now and search for any kind of love,
where I sing softly, under my breath, alone and angry.

(Sherman Alexie, First Fish, First People, pp.18-19.)


Was just reading in the Inlander about the Appaloosa Museum in Moscow, ID. Interesting history of the breed which was so named for the spotted horses found near the Palouse River in WA and Idaho.




I stayed at a Motel 6 when I first hit town and was amazed to find a pamphlet on the Zillah Wine Trail! Link to just one of many such maps:


When my sister lived there, only one winery, Quail Run, was nearby.
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My nice niece Anna. Born in Centralia WA.
Joanna Bowen: Entered October Country in Tacoma WA.
 
 
Today on the last day of June, I just walked over this bloody bridge….

I have a case of vertigo something fierce. I only brave the heights for the sake of photos or videos. 
From a distance I thought these were bull heads. Up close I found they’re cattle skulls. Give you that Trails End feel.

I also ventured beneath the bridge. The rush of that much water under there is deafening! 

There are so many hikes around Spokane. 

I also took bus out to the Garland District and was rewarded with this view of the very cute Garland 🎭 Theatre. No other word for it — would love to see it alight at night 



Meanwhile, back downtown @
The Looff Carrousel - over 100 years old and newly restored.


This thing is fast once it gets going.

………


Spokane, continued:


This horse is actually PF Chang’s. Note The fine new Central Library to right.
And directly behind the library is Riverfront Park and the Falls.

Farther down from here is the striking Our Lady of Lourdes Cathedral. I arrived just as the chimes struck noon.
I thought it tres’ interessant that directly across from here is the equally imposing Masonic Temple. C’est etrange, indeed

A face-off between Our Lady and Rousseau, perhaps?

I turned back then and headed up one street to find the quaint, iconic Bing Crosby Theatre. His family moved to Spokane when he was 3. The family home is located in Gonzaga University now. I’ll be headed that way today, my first venture across the falls and over the river.


Ani Difranco on updated marquee today. Looks intimate.

………..
Weekend update: RAIN 🌧 in forecast for the Fourth! It has gotten so that I dread fireworks now due to wildfire. Thank you Mother Nature — Mother knows best! 
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A footnote:
I became curious about my heights phobia or acrophobia as it is not simple vertigo but something that occurred only after I had experienced an unfortunate near-fall from a 2x4 I was straddling while suspended over a cavernous warehouse where I was working hanging insulation about 35 - 40 ft up. I had no fear of heights before this, but  my workmates were intent on getting the girl toughened up and would shove big bags of Johns Manville at me to see if I could hold on while catching the stuff.

Other than that, I actually liked the work and preferred it to the desk jobs I had before.
Now, I find the sense of vertigo only happens when I look straight down from a height.
The ground actually seems to spin and I lose balance like Jimmy Stewart at
 San Juan Batista.

Also find it interesting that I also have kenophobia, or fear of wide open spaces.
All I can think there is, ‘there’s no place to hide!’ Not so much indoors, but certain outside spaces. As long as I am moving through them, by car or walking, I’m good, even much enjoyed the AZ desert in spring. But, speaking of Rattlesnake Ridge, when I first experienced those round hills, I felt like the land underneath me was tilting as though I might fall off. Odd sensation indeed. I actually got down on the ground and held on for a while.Phobias are fascinating but also best viewed from a distance.

However, I much enjoyed riding horses in those hills, and the view from the hills was fine. Ice skating the canals in winter ❄️ also good fun.




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